Chapter 1598: Chapter 1598
Capítulo 1598: Chapter 707: Awakening the Ghost Mother and Ghost General! Shrouding the Sky and Sun! (Part 2)
“I understand,” said the Blood Wolf King.
The Little Rakshasa King sighed, “I didn’t expect that the responsibility of guarding the Demon Alliance would eventually fall upon the Monster Race. You should set out, conserve your strength, try not to die too many…”
The Blood Wolf King’s enormous body bowed deeply towards the Little Rakshasa King.
Then, it suddenly spread its massive wings and soared into the sky.
Indeed, this Blood Wolf King actually had wings and could fly.
“The Expeditionary Army departs, advance to the Dichacha Clan!”
The entire land began to tremble and roar, as ten thousand Werewolf Warriors and fifty thousand Wolf Riders madly dashed toward the west, in the direction of the Dichacha Clan.
In the sky, the two hundred thousand strong Sky Legion, like a moving black cloud, flew towards the Dichacha Clan.
This army, able to march thousands of miles a day, was incredibly swift.
The Crown Prince kept his head raised, watching this expeditionary force head west, as the black cloud grew more distant, until it finally disappeared from sight.
The Little Rakshasa King’s teacher, Elder Lu Zhuo, appeared behind him and sighed, “Your Highness, once this expeditionary army departs, you can never turn back again. Whether you are right or wrong, there’s no turning back.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Teacher, I never intended to turn back.”
Elder Lu Zhuo sighed and said, “Your father has overlooked the world for too long without looking up at the stars, so his vision and mind have become constrained. I hope he can come to his senses and not bring about the extinction of the Rakshasa Tribe.”
The world of the eternal curse.
Lanling raised the Ghost King’s ring high, shouting loudly, “Where are the Ghost King Empire’s Imperial Guards? In the name of the Ghost King, I command you to pledge your allegiance to me!”
No one paid attention to Lanling!
Within sight, countless armies continued to fight desperately.
Either killing others or killing themselves.
It seemed everything was done for the sake of dying.
Death had become the greatest victory.
Therefore, wherever the eye could see, there was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere, severed limbs everywhere.
There were all sorts of ways to die.
Crushed bones, dismembered bodies, hearts carved out, heads severed, too many to count.
No matter how Lanling shouted, no one responded to him.
He and Gou Li moved forward, trying to awaken these soldiers.
However, the pupils of these people were completely disordered, devoid of any intellect.
Everyone’s instincts were to slaughter, to kill others, to kill themselves.
Death had become the ultimate goal.
“Master, these people have gone mad, completely mad!” Gou Li said.
Lanling nodded, these people were completely mad, utterly unreachable.
Thus, Lanling just stood there, watching with open eyes as this army completely died out.
Indeed, perhaps it was hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of soldiers, madly slaughtering each other,
eventually dying completely.
Bodies covered the entire ground, stretching for dozens of miles.
Countless, a true mountain of corpses, a sea of blood.
The entire world of the eternal curse fell into complete silence!
Then, Lanling just sat there waiting.
Two hours, four hours, six hours, twelve hours…
An entire day passed.
A bizarre scene occurred.
The remains strewn across the ground all resurrected.
Whether headless or missing a heart, or even shattered to pieces.
No matter how fragmented the remains were, they completely restored into a whole body.
One soldier after another resurrected.
Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands…
In the end, all the armies of eternal life were resurrected, completely intact.
Lanling hurriedly seized this opportunity to awaken these soldiers, taking up the Ghost King’s ring, summoning this formidable army once more.
The other side still had no reaction, their pupils still disordered, still devoid of any intellect, like the walking dead.
Then, the scene from yesterday began to play out again.
This army began to battle again, to melee.
They frantically killed others, killed themselves.
They severed their own heads, pierced their own hearts, cleaved themselves in half, cleaved others in half.
The bloodiest battle resumed once more.
Hell repeated itself, mountains of corpses, seas of blood, played out again.
Lanling understood; battle was not their goal, death was their goal.
They yearned for death, longed for death.
But no matter what, they couldn’t die; at most, they could die for twelve hours.
Thus, they pursued these twelve hours of death.
As long as they revived, they would immediately kill themselves, kill others. Then everyone would die, enjoying twelve hours of death.
This is the curse of eternal life.
This is a monochrome, void, eternal life world.
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In this world, there is no change.
No goals, no change, no feelings, no food or drink, nothing.
This form of eternal life is complete torture, more painful than death by ten thousand times.
And the Ghost King Empire’s Imperial Guards have lived in this world of the eternal curse for three thousand years.
One year, two years, three years, perhaps could be endured.
Three thousand years, this is simply too painful, too torturous.
Thus, this army has gone completely mad, completely transformed into the walking dead.
Only madmen, only the walking dead, are not painful, are not lonely.
And in this eternal life world, death has become the highest enjoyment, the highest goal.
However, they can’t die even if they want to; at most, twelve hours later, they would revive.